Redhawk Caldera summer skeletons

A wide-eyed, momentary realization of what the heck she was doing flashed across the Ostrega's face, but her limbs already soared on the downward sail, toward Sebastian and the ground. She only had enough time to brace.

The impact came faster than expected - and the landing just as rough. She lurched with Sebastian and the tipping world, and crashed through the air as one tumbling and montrous heap. "Oof!" Her remaining breath wheezed from her lungs and she coughed. They didn't roll far, but when she finally gained some semblance of uprightness, she hardly had the chance to recover her breath before an unbecoming bark of laughter constricted her throat, at what she imagined they both looked like, sprawled like unruly children on the grass.

She had managed to land on top of him, and she log-rolled off until her back met the grass and her belly watched the sky. Andalusia tipped her head to catch Sebastian's laughing face, and she felt her own eyes beam. "Let's hope that sudden empathy doesn't make you start eating nuts and berries instead," she teased, and flopped her head back down with a deep sigh, content to rest here for a moment longer. The clouds had since fled from sight, but as the golden sky turned a canvas of purple and pink, new eyes blinked down from above. "Look," she said, and tipped her nose skyward, "just in time to watch the stars come out." And she wondered if that was something he did, and queried her thoughts aloud, "I don't actually know what you do for fun." Her brow furrowed, and she laughed at the absurdity of what came next. "Actually, I really don't know that much about you at all." And yet, somehow, it felt like she did.